I go for a walk, to clear my head, because that's what writers are supposed to do. At the exact halfway point, the skies open up and I become drenched and I realize that I am not really a writer, for I have not written.

Before you fall out of your chairs, let me blow you away with one more factiod:

I'm having a good day in a crowded coffee shop in Boulder. There is a severe lack of makeup and brassieres. People stand over the trash receptacles and try to determine if something should go into the "recycle" bin. I am also... Read More